he was both everything you could ever want
and nothing you could ever have

That ready tease upon his lover's lips caused a soft chuckle to reverberated upon his lips, oh how he had teased the fae before for being so utterly unyielding in that physical affection he'd so endured beneath his lover's experienced caress. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly and yet he shook his head at his Dorian's insistence that he surely had centuries of literacy upon him. "You might have started reading before me, but I can promise you that the books you had pale in comparison to the...mail...that you will receive." The Englishman was entirely insistent upon his abilities as far as such activities were concerned, the vampire self assured that he was far more capable than those age old expectations within the bedroom that Dorian had certainly been subjected to for the majority of the last six hundred years. He had a habit, after all, of meeting those challenges between the sheets with a certain measure of eagerness, particularly where the irresistible fae King was concerned. Those thoughts of pleasure, however, fell on the wayside when so presented with that simple suggestion of being clean. Sebastian was never one, truly, for any sort of filth. It reminded him far too much of those days in which he was freshly turned - when he had nothing, when that high class life of promise had been stolen from him. God how he yearned for that shower!

It hardly took much coaxing for the vampire to abandon his own clothing, much less, to venture into that pristine bathroom and turn on those facets that so gifted him with that glorious steam. That waterfall of heat was altogether tempting and yet, truly, the vampire was incapable of finding any sort of comfort within that warmth without the Monarch at his side. He returned to that doorframe, his naked body leaning against that moulding as he inquired if his lover required assistance with those board shorts. He watched as the King abandoned that button down shirt upon that very same chair that Sebastian himself had once so habitually placed his jacket. That sudden agreement that, perhaps, he did require some assistance only served to bring a simper to the Englishman's features. He stepped away from that door frame only to have the Monarch make those several steps forward, the man's arms wrapping around his neck as he felt the weight of Dorian's figure pressed against his body. He stumbled backwards into that wall, altogether enjoying that shift of positions and, in turn, being pinned between the firm weight of that wall and the man he so adored.

That kiss ended far too quickly for his liking, that moan of discontent upon his lips as Dorian drew away from him. Though his attention was steadfast upon the Monarch and his inquiry, the man could hardly help that simple desire for things other than conversation, a want that was certainly noticeable on his bare flesh. All the same, he gave into that touch, his head turning to the side as Dorian so toyed with that altogether delicate flesh, that tender spot all the more so with life flowing thickly through his veins. His response was uttered near breathlessly and yet, that newfound sensitivity was left to be explored far later as Dorian stepped away from him and into that shower that filled the room with that residual steam. How his lover so toyed with him! How utterly merciless the King was! And how he had every intention of rewarding that attention with thoroughly unwavering touches of his own! It was with that petty revenge in mind that the vampire stepped into that shower after his boyfriend, the vampire drew the man further against his own frame, that soft sound that left the fae's lips surely only further spurred those actions to come from the simple knowledge of the sounds he would so coax from the Italian.

His lips once again met Dorian's own though this kiss was far more fleeting than the one he had so enjoyed but moment's ago. Rather, the vampire's lips moved to whisper in an entirely breathy fashion within the King's ear, uttering his assurance that Dorian surely required more assistance then the removal of those shorts. That teasing inquiry was met with a near mischievous simper, the man simply nodded in an entirely solemn fashion before he places his hand out, palm up for that soap he so demanded. He lathered that bar in his hands before placing it back in that soap dish, the Englishman entirely appreciative of that arm that once again nestled around his neck, his crystalline gaze so wander down his lover's physique and the near vulnerable position Dorian had so willingly placed himself within. He felt that delicately press of Dorian's lips against his neck, the fae King clearly willing to fluster him and yet, in this, Sebastian would not be so easily misled. His fingers brushed against the planes of Dorian's chest, moving ever so smoothly upwards and yet, paying astute attention to following those lines that made up the near visible muscles of his lover's figure. He continued his upward brush of his hands, his thumbs pausing to circle those sensitive parts of his lover's chest that he so often ignored. For several moments his touch lingered there, teasing that skin to attention before a singular hand moved further upwards still. Those fingers toyed across the man's shoulder, gripping lightly at his neck only to withdraw his flesh from Dorian's mouth and place a singular kiss upon his lips. His teeth so lightly toyed with the King's bottom lip, that action alone one decidedly rare for the vampire if only for how much control it so demanded of him to not bite and yet, with those instincts subdued, he was far more willing to walk those lines he rarely did.

He pulled away ever so slightly, fully intending to tease the man as those hands drifted lower - back down his sides and towards those delicate hip bones before following the line of that muscle and towards his lover's inner thighs. He traced down the length of that sensitive flesh from thigh to knee before moving to the outside and back up to hip again, leaving that trail of soap in his wake. Even his half hearted efforts at soaping, it would seem, still managed some level of effectiveness. Those fingers danced lightly against his lover's flesh, finally affording the Monarch that touch he'd so teased as his fingers caressed the length of the King, ensuring the man was properly cleaned. His other hand dipped lower still, taking the Monarch within his fingers to so delicately soap that sensitive flesh as well. His touches so lingered there, entirely making some effort to ensure a certain level of firmness to those slick, smooth movements before his fingers rose back up to his lover's hips.

One of the vampire's hands slipped further around the man's waist only to gingerly cup Dorian's butt in the fashion he so often did and yet, this time, his touch hardly remained there. Rather, the vampire was entirely willing to explore the entirety of his boyfriend's body in the fashion it had been so eagerly offered to him. His fingers slowly traced that crevice before settling upon that one place he so often enjoyed, his touch entirely content to arouse all of his lover in a way he had not previously ever felt the need to do before. Then again, with those pheromones so out of his reach, some level of actual skill was required to so coax to life his lover's need. "I think you might be sand free now." He whispered and yet, there was a hint of huskiness to those tones, one that certainly couldn't be missed.

Sebastian Ellington